The night with Helicopter Guy

Monday, May 18, 2009

I barely make in the door of the beach house when he grabs me, pulls me up onto my tiptoes and kisses me thoroughly. With his hands tangled in my hair, he devours me with his mouth, teasing with his tongue, nipping at my lips.

He takes me by the hand and leads me up the stairs to the bedroom.

Pushing me up against the wall, my leg wraps around his hip, pulling him hard into me as his hand rides up my leg, pushing up my dress as it goes to find my stockings tops. As I unbutton his shirt, he slides my cardigan from my shoulders and unzips my dress. It falls to the floor leaving me in just my bra, knickers, thigh high stockings and knee high boots. I see a brief smile of appreciation pass over his face as he pulls me over to the ottoman at the end of the bed.

He sits down and with his legs spread he pulls me close to him. Placing a hand on each hip, he leans in a plants little kisses over my belly, between my breasts, across the top of my bra. His thumbs hook my bra straps and slip them down each shoulder, pushing my bra down to expose my taunt nipples. His hot mouth covers one nipple, pulling it into his mouth, teasing the hard peak with his tongue before doing the same to the other.

He pulls me down to sit beside him, then pushes me back to lay on the bed. Kneeling in front of me his hands push my knees apart and trail up the inside of my thigh to my panties. His finger traces the outline of my panties, knuckles accidentally on purposes brushing across my mound. A finger slides my panties to one side and his tongue begins to explore. As I lay back enjoying his tongue across my clit, I notice all the candles dotted around, the soft music on the stereo, I can see into the en suite and notice candles there too, wow, I am impressed and flattered by his effort....Smiling to myself I relax back again to enjoy his the sensation of his tongue. I feel my orgasm beginning to build, his fingers slick with my own juices are fucking me insistently, his thumb brushing across my clit. I close my eyes and arch my back as my first orgasm of the night rips through me.

I sit up, hook a finger in his jeans and pull him to me. With him standing in front of me, I unbutton his jeans and slide them from his hips, firmly grasp his cock and guide it towards my mouth. My tongue flicks over the tip, licking off the small bead of precum. I wrap my lips around his cock and......

His cellphone rings. "Sorry, I got to get this" he says reaching for his phone. I roll my eyes at his back and try very hard not to listen in as his wife bitches [loudly] down the phone at him. Dear god, I swear I could probably hear her without the benefit of technology from 250km away, quiet she is not!

He ends the call. "Where were we?" he asks. I spread my legs in reply and raise an eyebrow. He leans me back, kisses me hard and with nibbling kisses, works his way down my body to my pussy. He pulls my underwear off and positions himself over me, slides his cock inside me with one smooth motion and starts fucking me. I rake my nails over his ass and pull him into me as I feel him start to cum.

Sweaty but sated, we chill back in bed, order pizza and open a fab bottle of wine. Chatting over this and that while having dinner. Topics of no consequence. With dinner cleared off the bed, he pulls me close, wrapping me in his arms and we start to explore each other again. Kissing, licking, stroking, exploring. I wrap my legs around his waist and he slides into to me and start fucking me with a slow steady rhythm when........

His phone rings again [I'm fucking impressed he can maintain a hard on with a shrew bitching down the phone at him, tut tut Petal, shouldn't judge]

Ending the call he climbs back on top again, not quite working so he rolls me onto my side, a hand cupping my breast, my leg slung over his, he quickens the pace, we roll and change again, me on top, then on all fours, he gets a vibrator out, I need no prompting, applying it to my clit, it doesn't take me long before I cum. He keeps fucking me through my orgasm and just as my pussy is getting a little sore he whispers in my ear...."Do ya like anal?" I spin my head around in surprise to look at him, "Yeah I do" I reply.

With a generous amount of lube, he slowly enters my ass, inch by inch. I feel myself starting to shake and sweat with the sweet combination of the pleasure and pain of it. He gets half way in before pulling out and rolling me on to my back. Again with a slow intensity he slides back into my ass and starts fucking me again. He grabs my hips and lifts my ass off the bed, fucking me hard until he cums.

Laying together in post-coital bliss and he starts talking.......about every fucking thing, his wife, business, family, him, the German girl he is also fucking, who wants him to leave his wife, nothing is untouched and then........

His phone rings again, saved by the wife!

While hes on the phone, I take the opportunity to clean up and climb back into bed. We curl up and sleep, him on his side, me on mine.

In the morning his alarm goes off and the first thing he does is ring his wife to wake her up, I'm internally have a laugh and I will admit a massive eye roll, when my phone buzzes with a text received and its the H wishing me a good morning, smirk wiped off my face!

He makes me the best espresso I have ever had, he offers to make breakfast and thus I have a fab omelet in bed, what a guy. I pile into a shower, get dressed and run.....what a night!

10 comments:

hubmanshangout said...

What a night indeed!

Kimberly said...

Oh colour me jealous! Sounds fantastic!

Kimberly said...

(Except for the bitching via phone that is...)

PhoneFunGuy said...

I wonder if his wife had any idea what was really going on...

Glad you had a fantastic night!!

bdenied said...

so why does he feel so compelled to answer the damn phone.....I love these affairs they are so fun to read about

Petal said...

I really didn't mind him answering his phone. Apparently he talks to his wife many times a day on the phone and I think that is fantastic that they do that.

What I did mind was him not taking the call into another room, I felt a bit uncomfortable hearing the conversation. Especially since she was loud and bitching.

And I was beginning to wonder if the damn woman had the room wired up to....her timing was impeccable!

Its funny, when he was having his emotional download he said that he hadn't had sex with his wife in 18 months and it wasn't her it was him. He said the way she nags and bitches at him reminds him of his mother and can't feel intimacy towards someone who behaves like his mum. I asked him if he had told her that, he didn't reply....

Riff Dog said...

Sounds like a spectacular night!

I would think he'd take the call into another room, too. But there are worse crimes. ;-)

The world according to Gaz said...

There is nothing worse than being interrupted and even worse when it's the wife interrupting. I agree he should have taken it into another room.

Topaz said...

That phone call is so difficult to take in the middle of all the fun, but sometimes so necessary! I wouldn't be able to handle the constant bitching though... but you're right! It's amazing he can keep it hard... but that's why I enjoy making DL squirm while he is on the phone ;-)

Advizor said...

Next time the phone rings don't skip a beat and just keep on going. Suck him until he can't talk, play with yourself to distract him, roll him over and finger his ass and see if he can keep talking.

He may need to talk, but you don't have to.

 
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